Chef at the University Canteen-Chapter 444 - 265: When It Comes to Eating, You and I Are the Kings
"That’s already quite remarkable. You know, other people’s cooking can’t achieve that."
Lao Jia thought for a moment, nodded, and said,
"Our Seventh Dining Hall’s food can make anorexia patients willing to eat. If it were promoted, who knows how many patients and families could be saved from the torture of anorexia."
"Lao Jia, you’re being simplistic."
Jiang Yu shook his head and said with a bitter smile,
"Let’s not even talk about the whole country, just our province of Zhangjiang. If all the anorexic patients came to eat at the Seventh Dining Hall, even if I opened another Seventh Dining Hall, it still wouldn’t be enough.
It seems you forgot what I said before, our food can’t cure anorexia, which means if they want to eat normally, they have to eat at the Seventh Dining Hall long-term.
With so many anorexia patients, even if we exhaust ourselves to death, we still wouldn’t be able to handle it."
"Heh, and to think you’re a college student, all those years of study went right to your behind?"
Lao Jia took a big gulp of water from his teacup, smirked, and said disdainfully,
"Can’t you set up a specialized food company and use mechanization to increase production? As long as you get the recipe for the related products right without cutting corners, I think it could be quite good.
Like instant noodles, instant powder, even self-heating rice, bread, biscuits, whatever you want, isn’t there something you can’t make?"
"Stop, stop!"
As soon as Lao Jia started talking non-stop again, Jiang Yu quickly raised his hand to stop him, shook his head, and said,
"Don’t bring this up, starting a company is the most troublesome thing. I haven’t thought about it at all, just thinking about it gives me a headache.
I’m the kind of person who doesn’t want to be some elite; I just like it the way it is now, cooking when I want to, resting when I don’t want to cook, without dealing with all those messy, complicated things."
Upon hearing Jiang Yu’s words, Lao Jia nodded and said:
"Since you don’t want to start a company, there’s just one last solution left."
"What solution?"
Jiang Yu looked surprised. This old man has a lot of ideas!
"You can try combining your cooking skills with herbal cuisine to see if you can develop a recipe that could cure anorexia."
Lao Jia looked up at Jiang Yu with a serious expression and said,
"If you succeed in doing this, you could gain both fame and fortune; you might even win a Nobel Prize in Medicine!"
Jiang Yu: "..."
This old man, seems like you’re not planning to chase after accolades, and you’re handing this ’opportunity’ to me, right?
Oh, a Nobel Prize, thank you so much! 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
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After finishing the conversation with Lao Jia about anorexia patients, even though Jiang Yu appeared indifferent, he actually kept this matter in mind.
If it could really be like what Lao Jia said, combining his culinary skills with herbal cuisine and developing a recipe that could cure anorexia...
Fame and the Nobel Prize weren’t the things he cared about the most, he was more concerned about how many patients suffering from anorexia it could save.
However, making herbal cuisine is not as simple as it seems, requiring the cooperation of a practitioner well-versed in the properties of Chinese herbs, and adjusting the medicinal ingredients to different patients’ physical conditions - this is quite a complicated task.
Therefore, during these days, Jiang Yu has been researching a lot of materials about herbal cuisine in the school library.
As for a practitioner well-versed in the properties of Chinese herbs, that was quite difficult to find a suitable candidate.
However, Jiang Yu was not in a hurry.
Some things are like this, wanting speed often leads to failure. Since he’s determined to research in this direction, he can’t just rush it; he needs to make something noteworthy to satisfy his own nature.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the weekend, and the Seventh Dining Hall welcomed another weekend break.
It was Saturday, and although Jiang Yu was off, he had already promised Lu Shuwu to change some dishes on the first floor of the dining hall, so he came to the first-floor kitchen early in the morning.
Of course, even without the menu change, Jiang Yu wouldn’t have known where to go and would most likely end up staying in the dining hall.
Yes, he’s such an introvert.
After having breakfast on the first floor, Jiang Yu rarely stepped outside the dining hall gate and wandered around the school.
By June, the scorching sun felt like it was burning people’s skin, and although it was still morning, the heat-sensitive cicadas couldn’t bear the hot weather, frequently calling out, "Cicada, cicada."
After less than an hour outside, Jiang Yu was sweating profusely and had to sheepishly return to the dining hall. Once inside, the plentiful air-conditioning made him shiver comfortably.
The dining hall lobby was definitely more comfortable; why would anyone want to go outside and suffer?
Shaking his head with a smile, Jiang Yu turned and walked into the first-floor kitchen.
By this time, breakfast was long over, but everyone in the kitchen was still busy; some were preparing ingredients, others washing rice, and some dishes needed to be pre-prepared. Lu Shuwu, Qian Liwei, and others were busy at the stoves.
Seeing Jiang Yu come in, Lu Shuwu turned to look at him and said with a smile:
"Boss, we’ll have to trouble you for lunch today."
